Real... real goods?
Chen Yi's expression changed instantly, freezing in place.
The Dowager's face was gloomy, her gaze dark as deep water. Her cheeks bore a blush—it was truly hard to imagine someone who had lived alone in the palace for over a decade could still appear so tender and radiant.
And yet, his hand was still placed where it should not have been.
Chen Yi looked at the Dowager, then at Zhu E, who was walking over in the distance.
This Zhu E's disguise technique... it really looks alike, almost identical to the one in my arms...
Why does it look exactly the same?!
Chen Yi suddenly felt his blood rushing upward, pain coursing through his body.
His hands loosened, and he staggered back several steps, almost tripping. Pressing his temples, he felt dizzy.
The Dowager watched him coldly, her crimson lips tightly pursed, saying nothing.
Contact was made.
Even if it was just a fleeting moment.
